I hesitated writing this review for a couple of reasons. First, I originally had no intention of writing reviews for first-run movies when I started this blog. Everyone with a blog writes first-run movie reviews, and I wanted to be more original by reviewing documentaries and campy made-for-TV movies. Next, I also hesitated because I didn’t want my thoughts to linger unnecessarily on what was essentially the cinematic equivalent of being anally raped by a pineapple.
But then I decided to do the noble thing: warn the public. If I stop even one of you from experiencing this pineapple-ass-rape, I will have acheived my goal.
Because I can’t bring myself to write a complete narrative, I will deliver some important bullet points about this “film.”
In 2008, comedian Mike Birbiglia wrote and starred in a one man off-Broadway show based on his life, called Sleepwalk with Me. He developed the show into a book, which in turn became a movie in 2012. I am reviewing both book and movie here, as both provide an entertaining glimpse into the life of a stand-up comic. It can be difficult in autobiographical works to steer through a life without veering into the two precarious territories on each side of the road: silliness and overwrought melodrama. Both book and movie tend to pull this off with ease, delicately balancing Mike’s dry humor and stand-up act with his real world challenges.
There is a concept in physics known as The Observer Affect, which essentially states that viewing an object inherently changes its bahavior. The results you get from observations are thus tainted unless you significantly alter how you view the object. Documentary filmmakers face a similar obstacle, in that the process of walking around with a camera and shoving it into people’s faces tends to produce altered results. This film, produced by Zach Galifianakis and featuring Joseph Garner, utterly fails to overcome this obstacle.